I Can't Get Down (feat. Li'l Ms. Boston)
This is a comprehensive SONG for identifying the 7 headed beast. Clue: It's a government.
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This is what I live for. This is what I am dying for the love of. Yahweh.
Story behind the song
This is encoded truth from the depths where flow living waters. Get life. The family that raps together, gets raptured together! In the verses I'm talking about the seven-headed beast. It is a form of government. Avoid the mark.
Lyrics
I Can’t Get Down
Written by Mike Boston
Produced by Wax Da Dream
[PRAYER]
Now I lay me down to sleep.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I praise the Lord my soul to keep. HALLELUJAH!
[VERSE 1]
I can feel it comin’ for me ‘cuz it know where I’m at
It got eyes everywhere in four corners on maps.
& Eventhough it can’t destroy me as I’m low in the traps.
It’s as alive as unemployment hand my homies to crack.
And just as truly as he know that he can play me that hand.
Is just as ruly as he know he gon’ get slayed by that man.
When his booby grow to know me as my favorite fan,
Let the movies tell the story how I favored my pham.
On the back burn? Nah, I done gave ‘em provisions.
Then on a later intermission they was hatin’ & dissin.
It escalated to to the fizzin’ at the lair I live in.
To my dismay, I had to sit ‘em through a day of my riddens.
Bi-polaaaaar, neva’d know I’m a star
‘Cuz in the day I live a low life to glow in the dark.
Green Monsta in my back yard ta hold the farm
From when they run up on my lawn with they nosy dogs.
They know we starved...and they owe me globs.
Spittin’ death, posin’ with a Holy cross.
Hold the phone, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
You gon’ know who’s God, lowly slobs
BET! Keep ya rollies dog.
[CHORUS](2x)
Put that blizz dowwwwwn!
They afta me Willie,
When it was hot in South Africa I was backin’ you Billy.
I can’t get dowwwwwwwn!
I don’t wanna bask in your pity.
I got a city back home named after me silly!
Put that blizz dowwwwwn!
They afta me Willie,
When it was hot in South Africa I was backin’ you Billy.
But I can’t get dowwwwwwwn!
I don’t wanna bask in ya pity.
I got a city back home named after me silly!
[VERSE 2]
I can smell the sodomy,
In the sweat of authority from the Federal economy
No regret or apologies, tryna swallow me.
So inclined as to follow me up the Central Artery
Like we was puffin’ on pottery. It was watery,
Still avoidin’ the slaughtery,
Thinkin’, Father this bother me, to avoid a dichotomy.
Where my daughter sleeps...(c’mon)
Boy it’s becoming a lottery.
Foiled by an embargo. Fargo want a phlebotomy.
IT’S A LOT FOR ME!
They want a sip of the blood.
So they can get what we got, hit ‘em or pimp ‘em & run.
Hissin’ they tongue!
Then go & Christen they sons, knowin’ they fixin’ to gun down,
Vicious as they come.
Kissin’ they mums.
This kind of thing make ‘em ‘stand-up guys’
Killin’ up dopefiends,
SNIFFIN’ THE DEVIL’S DANDRUFF! Why?
You better never provoke me.
Size of the terror never met up with the Holy!
[CHORUS](2x)
